No movement in the landscape, not even a whisper of acrid wind. The heat in the air stings.
Everything is static.
The year is 2092. I was born in the year 2068.
Earth is a barren, dehydrated landscape. The […]
They’re so pretty.
Look at these skinny little bitches, decked out in diamonds and leather and heavy make-up on glossy pages.
Look at the men, perfect stubble, six-packs and tanned skin and massive bulges in […]